"Let's get out first!"

"Hey, wait..." Persephone pointed to the other side.

In moments of life and death, it wasn't appropriate to laugh, but Morpheus still chuckled. The young Prince Christopher was sprawled on the floor in a very ridiculous pose, and they almost forgot about him!

"Don't worry," Morpheus whispered. "I won't let anything happen to him."

He had Persephone cling to his back and then carried Christopher.

Christopher was a tall fellow, so it took some effort to carry them both to a safe place.

Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars rushed in. Their sirens pierced the sky, startling a flock of birds.

The fire was soon extinguished, and Persephone and Christopher received timely treatment. Luckily, their burns weren't too severe, and even more fortunately, their faces were unharmed.

When Christopher woke up, he felt bandages wrapped around his head, and his skin had a burning sensation. His heart sank, and he was almost on the verge of tears.

"Tell me the truth! Am I disfigured?!"

didn't speak but suppressed their

"Oh no! Ahhh!"

about to cry his heart out, mourning

and nurses bowed and greeted the newcomers, "General Orton, Ms.

Morpheus smiled. "I'll talk

his

Morpheus

Morpheus' tone shifted from

years ago when he trained with the Orton Troop, and Morpheus was in charge, often shouting at him like this: "Christopher, stand at

"I..."

"Put your hands down!"

like this,

the gaps between his fingers. Although his face

eventually lowered his

in front of him. He was startled at first, then saw himself in the mirror with his head wrapped in

His face was unscathed!

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